#big dean

“How are you getting on there, Cas?”

“Ready.”

“Yeah?”

Cas had set one place with the big serving spoon and the other with the teaspoon and a fork.  He’d put a glass of water in each place.  One of them was only half full, the contents forming a pool on the table.  

Dean absently picked up a cloth and blotted up the spillage.  “Why does only one of us get a fork?”

“’Cos that spoon’s big but that one’s lickle, so the fork makes it fair.  Yours is the big spoon, ’cos you’re big.”

Dean scratched the back of his neck.  And shrugged.  “That makes sense.”  Cas grinned.  And whenever Cas smiled or laughed or did the great big grin that was almost too big for his little face, Dean felt like he’d been given a gold star on a chart.  Which made eating his dinner with the serving spoon worthwhile.  And anyway, he didn’t mind the idea of shovelling huge quantities of lasagne into his mouth.  In fact, why hadn't he thought of using a massive spoon before?

Maybe he had.  A long time ago.  When he wasn’t much bigger than Cas but it seemed like most of those jobs already rested on his small shoulders.  It crossed Dean’s mind that maybe Dad had felt the same kind of star-on-a-chart reward when he got instant, unquestioning obedience from his sons as Dean did when he got a smile from Cas.

If even Sam was tired, then it had to be late. 

Yawning, he sat up in bed and rubbed blearily at his eyes. The light coming from past the line of books set up in the nightstand was artificial, which meant that Dean was either awake, or he’d fallen asleep without turning off the lights. Which, for Dean, would be very unusual.

Sam would have to check up on him. 

Getting out of bed, Sam was too lazy to bother with his satchel or his hook. He left those behind, padding to the front of the shelf to check out what Dean was up to.

The motel room was all one connected space, except for the bathroom, so Sam was able to locate Dean immediately. His older brother was hunched over his laptop at the table, staring intently at the screen. Sam was hard-pressed to tell if Dean even blinked.

Well, things were under control at least.

Since he was awake, Sam hopped down from the shelf. Might as well find out what Dean was up to this late at night.

Working nights was part of the life for a hunter, so it wasn’t completely out-of-character for Dean to be up so late. Yet, they didn’t have a hunt, and Sam knew that his brother preferred to be on the road early to head to the next town. Restless, unable to stay in one place for long. That was Dean Winchester. He might hit up a bar when he rolled into the next town, he might find a case. He went where the rumors took him.

And now Sam went with him.

Arriving at the table, the fact that Sam didn’t have his hook or supplies didn’t bother him much. There were plenty of handholds on Dean’s clothes to help him get up.

Quite practiced as scaling his human brother, Sam made short work of the trip up Dean’s jeans. The fabric, compared to the 4-inch tall brother, was coarse and easy to hold on to. His fingers were small enough to slip between the threads and offer plenty of stability. So long as Dean stayed in place, and Sam knew the moment Dean knew he was here, he wouldn’t budge. 

The way Sam knew that Dean would stay put was the fact that, as soon as he gripped the fabric and pulled his full weight onto it, he could feel the muscles underneath tense. It was a dead giveaway.

Dean’s shirt was smoother than the jeans, but Sam had no less trouble climbing up it. While he was climbing, Dean managed to stay completely still. He was used to the feeling of tiny hands and feet climbing up him, and was able to suppress almost all movement except a small shudder or two when Sam’s boot dug into a sensitive spot.

Reaching the summit, Sam hauled himself up onto Dean’s shoulder and settled in his regular place. Without having to say a word, Dean handed up a shard of potato chip for Sam to nibble on. 

“Thanks,” Sam said around a bite, giving Dean a playful nudge with his elbow as he sat back to watch Dean browse the web.

“Anytime,” Dean said. “So, I found this case...”